Chapter 4

CHAPTER FOUR

Noah

I watch from down the road as the cops raid the Alpha Omega Phi house, and I smirk. That'll teach those assholes to mess with my stuff. I walk back toward my house, a few brothers walking with me.

"I can't believe you called the cops on them," Richard says.

"Yeah, well, they messed with art I'm doing for school. That's my education they're messing with." I lead the way back into the house where the other brothers are waiting for the report back.

I smile brightly. "They're going to be up all night with the police combing through their shit."

The guys whoop and holler, and I go back to my room to keep putting it back together. Adrian The Dickhead did a real number on it. The painting will have to be started on again, this time with a black base coat. I paint it on thick to hide the words my stepbrother painted on there.

I know your secret.

That's because it's your secret too, you jackass.

I've just finished putting my room together when there's a commotion downstairs. I hear some guys shouting and complaining, and I hurry out of my room and downstairs to see what is going on.

The Alpha Omega Phi frat brothers are all lined up in our living room, and the head of accommodation is there. "I don't care what the reason is, they have to stay here tonight because their house has been zoned off as a crime scene until tomorrow. They can't sleep on the street."

Richard motions to the living room. "Then they can all sleep here."

"You have spare beds in each room; you can accommodate them," the head says. "That's the last I will hear of it. Goodnight, boys."

Richard looks up at me and frowns. I shrug, not sure what he expects. There are consequences to every action, and it's not like they stopped me from calling the cops. As frustrating as this is, we are going to have to deal with it.

"Noah, your stepbrother can room with you."

"There isn't a spare bed in my room," I point out.

"Suck it up, you're brothers," Richard says.

Adrian walks toward me. I see he's not carrying anything, which means they wouldn't let the guys even pack a bag. It's rather amusing. In a weird way.

Adrian walks back into my room and looks around. Noticing the painting, he pulls a face. He sits on the bed, and an awkward silence falls between us. I shut the door and glare at him. "Anything you want to say?"

"Thanks for calling the cops on us jerkwad." His tone is bitter. "Never would've pegged you as a crybaby."

I frown. "I'm not a crybaby, I just get my own back." I feel the anger simmering beneath my skin. Almost at surface level, it makes me hot.

Adrian stands up. "You didn't need to involve the cops."

"You didn't need to trash my room and threaten me," I hiss, stepping toward him.

He frowns and steps toward me as well, his anger visible on his face. "You're the one who started all this."

"How did I start this?" I ask, gesturing around. "You guys started this stupid prank war, and now we're stuck sharing a room for the night. What could possibly start that?"

"Your stupid kiss," Adrian says, his visage crumbling. "Why did you do that?"

I keep my face straight. "It was just a kiss, Adrian."

"Don't call me Adrian," he says.

"Adrian," I say again.

He lunges for me and pushes me against the wall. Our faces are inches apart.

"Adrian," I say again softly.

He leans in and kisses me deeply, his tongue licking at my lips. I part them and kiss him back. I want him to feel my rage. I grab his hair in my hand and yank his head back so I can kiss along his jaw up to his ear.

"I can do so much more than a kiss," I growl into his ear in a heated whisper.

Adrian shivers, and his muscles ripple as a result. "Fuck you," he says.

I push him back, onto the bed and straddle his hips. "Watch your fucking mouth," I breathe as I kiss him again.

He tries to push me off, but I don't budge, sliding a hand between us to grope his cock through his gray sweatpants. He's already hard when I touch him. He's aroused. Which just pisses me off even more. I bite his lip and draw blood.

"Ow," he groans, "you fucker."

I suck on his lip, enjoying the metallic taste of blood in my mouth. His blood.

I undo my pants and release my rock-hard cock, guiding his hand to it. He strokes me, and I grunt into his mouth. I want his ass wrapped around my dick. I get up and pull his sweatpants off. He's not wearing boxers. His cock springs to attention. I stroke him a few times before I reach into my bedside table and take out a bottle of lubricant. I lube up my cock.

"It's going to hurt," he whimpers.

"Yes, but it'll be good," I murmur.

I spread some lube onto his puckered asshole before I push a finger into him.

He groans out, "It hurts. You aren't going to fit."

"Shut up," I say. "Someone will hear you."

I move my finger in and out of his hole, watching as a blush graces his cheek. His lip is still bleeding from where I bit him. Oh, how I'd like to cut him. Just bleed him out a little. I remove my finger and align my cock with his hole. I push into him, I want to say slowly, but I'm rougher than that.

He groans and pants. I lean down to kiss him to shut him up. I suck on his lip again as I reach down to stroke him. I pump my hips in rhythm with my strokes. He whimpers softly into my mouth, and I smirk. I can tell he's enjoying himself when suddenly his nails dig into my arm and he drags them down. I'm going to have angry red welts where he scratched me. Then his hands are on my shoulders, his fingernails digging into my skin.

He's going to draw blood, and the thought drives me wild. I move my hips harder despite his little mewls of pain and pleasure, all blending into one. I pump his cock faster, and I can feel him tensing up as he draws close to his orgasm.

I feel my own balls getting ready to constrict. "I'm going to come into your whore ass," I whisper in his ear.

"No... Noah..." He whimpers as he muffles his cries.

I apply pressure to his cock as I stroke him, and suddenly he is spewing cum onto the shirt he's still wearing. I continue to move regardless. Adrian clings to my arms as I tip my head back and push deep inside of him, spilling my cum inside of my stepbrother. I pull out after a moment and stare down at him. I pull on a pair of boxers. "I'm going to shower."

"Is that all?" he says.

"What? You want more?" I ask, picking up my towel. "Clean yourself up. The shower's down the hall. Don't let anyone see your cum-stained shirt."

I leave him there and head to the showers down the hall. I shut the door behind me, and lean against the door. I breathe deeply.

Did I just fuck Adrian?

Fuck.

I've taken it too far. I mean, yeah, I was pissed, but I just popped his cherry in a rage-fueled fuck-fest.